Monty's Favorite Drug

Chapter 7: One more time

Monty's POV

I rush out of Winston's damn house and into my car slamming the door shut.

"Fuck!" I yell out and hit the steering wheel. I crumble up the damn paper and throw it to the back of my car. Fuck why can't Winston understand that I'm not gay. I can't keep doing that with him even if I want to. I'm not a fucking faggot.

I hit the dashboard of my car one last time before I start the car and drive off. Winston's got me so angry that I'm driving like a maniac with my foot weighed down on the break.

I half the time of getting to my house with the speed I was going. Fuck. Everytime I leave for a few days. Like when I'd go sleep under the bridge coming back was always the worst part. But I always have to come back. For Estela.

I get out of my car and walk to my house. I grab my keys and just prepare for the shit storm that I'm gonna go through. It always makes it easier when I'm prepared to get hurt.

I take my step inside and I see Estela in the kitchen eating breakfast. She sees me, but doesn't say anything. That's because I can tell he's right by her. He's out of sight, but Estela's expression gives it all away.

I walk into the kitchen. I stand there awkwardly waiting him to acknowledge me. Estela wait too, frantically moving her eyes from me to him.

He finally puts down his and stands up slowly walking towards me before stopping right in front of me.

I look at Estela and signal for her to go to her room. I don't like her seeing these things. She walks away.

"So where the fuck were you all weekend." His breath isn't reeking of alcohol for once.

I open my mouth but no words come out. I had all weekend to think of an excuse, but I couldn't come up with anything? Really? I'm so fucking dumb.

"Well you gonna answer me Pendejo?" He raise his voice at me. I've gotta think of an excuse quick or it's gonna be bad. Well worse.

"I was at Charlie's." I blurt out. "He had a party and I passed out there. I was passed out most of Saturday and you told me not to come back on the weekend. I was just following order's." That was the dumbest excuse I've ever given up.

"Hmm. Just you and another boy? He questions.

"Well yes and no. There were a bunch of guys there too. Girls too. All friends." I try to explain the lie I just told.

"Your off the hook this time, but you better get your ass home tonight or don't come back at all." He walks away mumbling some curse at me.

The only reason I survived that one is because he was sober this time. I guess you can say he's "kinder" when he's sober.

"Oh and Montgomery. You better not have been doing any faggot shit with your friends."

Faggot Shit.

I was I could say I'd never do anything like that, but I'm wrong. I know better and yet I still did it with Winston. My dad taught my better.

7 years ago

My mom asked my dad to go get some groceries so he took me with him. I had to shut up and be quiet the whole way because he was already pissed that she had told him to do something.

Walking down the aisle next to my dad with I just looked at the floor the whole time. It was too mainly hide the fact that I had a fresh back eye. It was my third one so I knew that if I just looked down at the floor people wouldn't ask too many questions. They'd think that I'm just a shy little kid who doesn't like to look up.